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Chapter 119
The maid quickly changed Anya into Evan’s white shirt and dried Anya’s hair.
After getting her changed, the maid wiped the water from Anya’s face.
The maid finally got a close look at the woman Mr. Welton had brought htonight.
She was so beautiful that she looked like a celebrity.
Anya had fair flawless skin, exquisite features, and long luscious hair.
The maid checked out Anya a couple of times and could not help feeling impressed by Anya’s good looks In her heart. Evan never once brought a girl home, but the moment he did, she was gorgeous.
Then again, Evan was the richest man in Nordeny, so a lot of women were vying to be with him and he could have anyone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis young woman should consider herself lucky that Mr. Welton took a liking to her.
“Go make sginger soup first while I examine Ms. MacMillan,” said the private doctor to the maid. Now that the maid was done changing Anya, he took out his stethoscope and equipment to examine her.
After he was done examining Anya, he confirmed she was not badly sick.
She seemed to have a weak constitution and passed out after staying out in the rain.
Why did she have such a weak constitution at this young age?
There was no
no advanced medical equipment here to test her condition further, so he did not know for sure. Since she only had a fever and it was not serious, the doctor retrieved santipyretic from his bag and handed it to the maid so that she could give it to Anya along with the ginger soup, and check her temperature regularly.
Everything would be fine once the patient’s temperature went back to normal.
The maid nodded solemnly to the doctor and placed the medication on the bedside table to give Anys
The doctor went out to report his diagnosis to Evan.
later.
The living room was right outside the bedroom. Evan was sitting on the leather couch in the living room checking his iPad for work–related matters.
The living room was brightly lit and made the man’s profile even more gorgeous.
The private doctor slowly walked over with his medical kit before he stood beside Evan and bowed reverently to report his diagnosis of Anya, “Ms. MacMillan is just having a slight fever. After she takes the antipyretic, just check if her temperature drops”
Evan nodded when he heard what the doctor said. “Okay. That’s all. You may leave.”
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Yes, Mr. Welton.” The doctor was about to turn and leave with his medical kit when he suddenly recalled Anya’s weak constitution. Her condition did not resemble a fresh graduate. Instead, her
physical condition resembled that of a woman who had given birth before. It simply did not make sense. How could a fresh graduate in her early twenties have given
birth?
The private doctor did not dare to say more. Since Mr. Welton had brought Ms. MacMillan home, it would be embarrassing for Mr. Welton if he raised his suspicions that the woman had given birth previously.
He decided to keep it to himself and simply suggested, “Mr. Welton, Ms. MacMillan has a weak constitution and needs supplements.”
Evan did not know about her weak constitution. He frowned as he asked, “What do you mean?”
“Perhaps she lacked nourishment of late. She needs supplements intended for females that nourish their blood. You can help by preparing snourishing soup for her. Also, I will send Ms. MacMillan sdrugs from the hospital intended for people with such conditions.”
“Okay.” Evan nodded and the private doctor left.
After the doctor left, Evan turned to say to the maid, “Did you hear what the doctor said?”
The maid hurriedly nodded. “Mr. Welton, got it. I will make Ms. MacMillan snourishing soup tomorrow.”
“Good. Go on,” acknowledged Evan softly. He seemed to have no intention of checking on Anya. Instead, he continued to
look at his iPad.
The maid did not linger and quickly went into the room to take care of Anya.